Kettil Hagensson

General:
Name: Kettil
Last name: Hagensson
Title: -
Age: 23 years old
Rank: Farmer (Stable boy)
Place of birth: Skagerrak
Place of residence: Skagerrak

Family:
Father: Hagen Njordsson †
Mother: Skadi Baldursdóttir †
Siblings: Gerolf Hagensson

Appearance:
Skin tone: Pale
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Mid length, curly hair. Most of the time worn loose, sometimes swept back.
Beard: Stubbled
Eye color: Dark brown
Height: 1m73
Weight: 77kg
Build: Strong, wide
Tattoos: None

Personality:
Kettil is at ease, his mind and his body. He has more patience than most people combined, which makes him the perfect person for fulfilling the duty as stable boy. The horses he has to handle often suffer from severe PTSD, and he is the one that has to take care for them and make them manageable. Also on people he seems to have a calming influence. He is a pleasant person to deal with and is good at estimating people. Kettil is calm, but honest. When asking him a question, he will always give an honest answer, no matter what rank the person in front of him has. In time he has learned that all things can be said, as long as it is in the right way. He has a lot respect, but is not willing to live his live as suppresses as most people. Kettil loves to laugh but is also very realistic. He has made some life goals for himself and is determined to reach them. One of his biggest dreams is learning how to handle a weapon of any kind and joining the cavalry from Skagerrak. Kettil isn’t violent from nature, but he knows that it isn’t a luxe to know how to defend yourself and protect others. He is very caring for the people that he cares about, and once he has enclosed someone in his heart, he won’t let go easy.

History:
Born as the son of a Viking and a Shield maiden, Kettil knew a breeding where he was ought to be a strong and proud man. He had -in his eyes- a normal youth, living in a small farm his parents were able to afford. Kettil looked up to his older brother Gerold and spent a lot of time with him, playing and observing, trying to become just as him. Their bond grew even closer when their parents started to go on raids again. The two boys, only ten and six, had to take care of themselves when their parents were gone. It made them indeed strong and independent, but the ascent of the parental love grew a hole in Kettil’s heart. A hole that grew even bigger when it was only his father who returned from the raid. The loss of their mother had a big influence to Kettil and his further youth. Where he was supposed to be strong, he grew weak. Where he used to be the same as his brother, he now had grown away from it. The only place he felt truly himself was in the nature and amongst animals, far away from people and the danger they brought.

He had a though youth, motherless and with an abusive father. The beating turned Gerolf in a strong, frightening warrior, but Kettil only sunk lower than he already was. As long as their father was alive, he wasn’t able to live his life to the fullest. And because of his lack of fighting skills and young age, he wasn’t able to rise a sword against him. So Gerolf did instead. The death of their father was like he had been released from the chains that had bound him since his mother’s death. And for the first in years it felt like he was finally able to breath. Kettil wanted to learn how to fight, just like his brother. He wanted to wield a sword, an axe, or even a simple knife. But Gerolf forbid him, instead he played his mind in some kind of the same way as his father has done. By using the lost love of his mother he was able to manipulate Kettil to stay at the farm, to take care of their inheritance. While his brother was on raids, he was all alone again. But there still was the farm.. and it was back then when his love for animals only grew stronger. Kettil had a calm nature, because he wanted to be nothing like his father ever was. This helped him to gain their trust easier than others, as well from people as animals.

With the money he was given by his brother he was able to turn the small farm into decent horse stables, where he turned foals and wild horses into skilled warriors. Kettil got quickly known for his skills throughout Skagerrak, and he got the privilege to sell his best horses to the new Earl. He had gained himself a certain rank, that he was determined to use. Kettil promised himself to work harder, faster and longer, only to stand out amongst the people. He knew that Gerolf didn’t wanted him to wield a weapon, but Kettil had gotten a new dream: Joining the cavalry. And before he can do that, he needs to learn the skill of fighting.